Rescued: COMPLETE (5 page)

"Easy," he said, and she rolled her eyes.

He swatted her on the breast and she jumped.

"I saw that! Don't roll your eyes at me," he said, scolding and teasing, and she smiled at him again.

"Will you stop touching me if I do?" she said. She had heard his voice getting lower as he touched her, and wondered if the pressure was building in him the way it was building in her.

"Certainly not, but I'll tie you up and give you a good spanking," he said.

To her surprise, she loved that idea and wanted to ask him to do it now, now, now, but she was too embarrassed.

The thought of being totally helpless and at his mercy while he explored her body and punished her for her wrongdoing made her tingle in all the best ways, though, and she flushed bright red.

"Would you like that?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, "I think I would."

"You are a treat," he told her, and turned his attention back to her clit.

When she got close to the edge, he pulled back, and after two or three times of that, she was ready to burst.

"Won't you let me finish?" she asked him.

"I think that that can be arranged," he said, sliding a finger up and down her crack. Withdrawing it, he asked "Can I see you touch yourself for a minute?"

She slid two fingers in her slit and gasped at the difference. Her fingers slid easily in the slickness and she went right to her entrance and almost inside herself without any effort at all.

"That's nice," she said. She'd loved the feeling of her fingers sliding so easily over her clit, a little teasing touch she could feel all day and not get tired of.

"It is," he agreed.

She returned her hand to her breast and felt him trace the same path, rubbing circles around her entrance before sliding one finger barely inside.

"Is this okay?" he asked, and she nodded. It was more than okay, it was amazing. She felt like she were flying.

He pushed inside her a little more, until he came to the barrier she'd felt with her toothbrush.

She opened her eyes for a minute and looked at him, and he saw the concern on her face.

"Would you like to stop without breaking your cherry?" he asked.

She hesitated.

"I... I don't know," she admitted, "I wanted to feel something inside me so badly, but I also don't want to lose it."

"Don't worry about it now," he said, "Let's make you come without anything inside you."

She moaned in frustration. The tease of his fingers sliding just inside her had made her long for more, for deeper and harder contact.

"Would it hurt?" she asked.

"Shit, most girls lose theirs from riding bikes or something and don't even notice, but I don't really know, if you're older. Maybe? People always joke about it," he said.

She gulped.

"Okay," she said, and nodded. She shut her eyes and waited to feel it go.

"Do you want me to?" he asked.

"Yes," she admitted.

Two of his fingers slipped inside her easily, while he used his other hand to rub her clit. Tina shut her eyes and lost herself over to the sensation, rocking her hips onto his fingers and making little gasping moans that might have shocked her.

He pulled them out and thrust in deeper. She cried out and he held the brush still, patting her thigh soothingly.

"Is that okay?" he asked. "I'm sorry if it hurt, it should feel better now."

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. It did hurt, but in the same way that pinching her nipples had hurt, slight undercurrents of pain masked by waves of pleasure making it more than worthwhile.

Soon, the fingers were as deep inside her as they could go, and she felt Kenny slide them easily in and out of her body as she threw her head back and groaned aloud with desire.

"You look so hot right now, sweetheart," he said, and she smiled at him without opening her eyes. It felt good, having something thick and hard inside her, but not as good as she had always hoped. There was no amazing, overwhelming pleasure.

She had gone looking for ecstasy and found... nice. Not bad, but not enough. She couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Trying to push that to the back of her mind, she focused on the pleasure that she was feeling, rubbing her clit in hard circles and building towards a release, feeling herself clench around Kenny's fingers.

"Will you come for me?" Kenny asked, his voice hoarse.

She nodded and continued to rub her clit as the shaft worked in and out of her, Kenny picking up his pace and reaching up with one hand to knead and squeeze her breast again.

That was more like it. It wasn't the blind joy she had been hoping for, but it felt amazing, and she let herself get lost in the sensations.

To her surprise, she found herself thinking about what he'd said, about tying her up and spanking her. She pictured herself tied to the bed and wondered how a hard swat from his hand would feel - like the squeeze of his hand on her breast, sharp and painful and hot, with the waves of pleasure running through her body?

Her orgasm took her by surprise, thinking about the warm weight of his hand on her bottom, finding herself tensing and releasing, clenching her passage hard, gasping and moaning and wanting it to never end.

He pulled his fingers out of her and kept idly stroking her nipple, causing tingling aftershocks to radiate out and the pleasure that she now knew was an orgasm to wash over her in lesser and lesser waves.

“Was that as good as you’d hoped?” he asked.

“No,” she admitted.

“It wasn’t? How so?” he asked.

“Well,” she said, “I’ve heard for years that there’s nothing as fun as having something inside you, but it felt like there was something missing. It felt good, but not wonderful like I’d hoped.”

She couldn’t keep the disappointment from her voice.

"Way to make a man feel like a stud," he said, and laughed.

She immediately frowned, that's not at all what she had meant.

"I'm sorry, Kenny," she began, but he held up a hand.

"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said something like that," he said, "I do want to satisfy you, and I don't want to make your first time being touched disappointing."

She shook her head.

"It was really nice," she said, smiling at him, and hesitated. "Can I... Can I do something for you?" she asked.

She looked at him and saw that there was a bulge in the front of his jeans.

He hesitated too.

"Uh, I wouldn't say no, but you really don't have to. Thinking about how hot you looked coming will be a jerk-off fantasy for months," he said, and winked at her.

She laughed.

"I want to make you feel good too, but I have no clue what to do," she admitted.

"Would you mind using your hand or your mouth on me?" he asked.

Tina screwed up her face.

"You can use your own hand, can't you, how is that any more fun for you if I do it?" she asked.

"Oh, believe me, a pretty girl with her hand on your cock is still a treat," he said.

"Why don't I use my mouth?" she asked.

"Fuck, I wouldn't say no to that," he said.

She nodded. He sat there for a minute, fully dressed in front of her, smiling at her.

"How do I start?” she asked, "Can I see you?"

He stood up and pulled off his shirt, and then unzipped his pants and stepped out of his jeans, leaving him clad only in boxers, straining over his erection.

"All right?" he asked.

She couldn’t help herself - she was so interested, so excited. Even though she’d just come, she started to feel a tingle between her legs at the thought of seeing a man’s cock for the first time, of getting to touch one.

“Yes,” she murmured.

He pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them and his cock sprang free, jutting out proudly from against his body.

She gasped.

“It’s so big!” she blurted out. She hadn’t realized quite how large a man’s cock was, even though she wasn't as clueless now as when she had arrived at the bar.

Kenny laughed.

"It's about average, but I like the way you think," he said.

It looked a whole lot bigger than that to Tina. She would have believed him if he’d said that his cock was a foot long and self-aware, it looked like it was straining towards her with a mind of its own.

She hardly believed herself, but her first thought was ‘I want that inside me.’

It looked big, sure, but it also looked warm, and alive, and right, and she wanted to feel it inside her. She knew that wanting that was a sin, and was filled with a wave of shame even as she felt the wetness start to grow between her legs, and the tingle there increase.

"So, um, what now?" she asked.

"Go ahead and touch it," he said.

Kenny walked over to her and stood by the bed, presenting his hard organ to her.

She reached out a small, slim hand, and cautiously petted the top of it, as though it was a strange cat she was just meeting.

He laughed.

"Wrap your hand around it," he suggested, and she did so.

Her small hand made his giant member seem even larger, and she could hardly believe that these fit inside women.

Without prompting, she started to stroke her hand up and down the shaft, slowly and hesitatingly, looking up at Kenny with wide eyes to see if she was doing the right thing.

"Yeah," he breathed, "Yeah, just like that."

After a few minutes of stroking, he wrapped his hand around hers and jacked himself off with her hand, showing her the rhythm he wanted, showing her the speed he craved.

Tiffany bit her lip and concentrated when he removed his own hand, trying to get the speed right and keep up the rhythm.

She found that she liked touching his cock. It was hard and a little threateningly long, but the skin was soft and she liked the way she could feel it twitch and pulse in her hand.

She felt the pulsing start to increase and wondered what was going on.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna nut," Kenny groaned.

She immediately pulled her hand off his cock and breathed hard for a minute.

He looked down at her, sitting on the side of the bed. She saw the question in his eyes and felt bad for a moment at stopping before he came.

"Is it okay if I try to suck you for a minute first?" she asked, "I don't really know what to do, so you'll have to tell me, if you don't mind?

"God, no," he said, "Would you mind kneeling? I've heard that it's easier to suck cock if you're kneeling."

She opened her eyes and climbed off the bed, kneeling on the cold floor.